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IN MY MOUTH THAT RIPS AND OLD HEALED WOUND you know your sad when reading your notes from other members is the only thing you look forward too. how come we all hate the present at the time but then look back at the past and realize how good we had it. or maybe its just me. how come we all wanna grow up so fast and never just injoy ourselves in the moment. making all the wrong choices in life, or it seems to be. oh god, probly how many people asked thse questions over and over. i feel like im just making god damn copies of copies of copies of copies of something already said.
BARBWIRE STAPLED IN MY MOUTH THAT
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